Observations From A Distance Poem by Thomas Bates

I watched
her,
warm sun reflecting
against her soft American hair
brushed to the side, sweetly swept
enhancing a face of obscurity
and unseen hand of precious care
that held lightly to my heart.

my pupils cause some wonderment in others,
psychiatrists of the face,
the donut shop people and pharmacy 'look-arounds, ' really
just about anyone who looks
close enough into my eyes
(and too many do, it seems, sometimes)
and seeing how large they actually are.
they must wonder if I am on drugs, at any moment
but
I'm honestly there,
and
aware, just having slightly changed.

changes, changes,
and the change that came unexpectedly,
vague as a wagon's lantern
shining from beyond a road's path
that turns some minutes ahead into the gloom, to
fight against the darkness.

by Thomasjbates